The Tropical Botanical Garden bursts with green life.
Once you pass through those gates, you down a long flight of wooden stairs, both sides flanked with exotic plants.
The backstory told us that the original caretakers found this breathtaking piece of land basically trashed as a dump. They nurtured it, loved it, and brought it climate-appropriate botanical life from around the world.
George Three called it his favorite place.
The path snaked us through a wide variety of rain forest lushness and various surprises for my the five of us.
My dear wife Karen took in the legend of the tall tiki with another tourist.
My terrific daughter Elisabeth and her sensational significant George took in the Wishing Well in the orchard garden.
Siblings Scott and Karen attempted to make good use of the plant glossary in the guide they gave us when we purchased our admission tickets.
We found a peaceful pond.
We discovered a cage of colorful birds.
My favorite moment came when we rounded a corner and I discovered all this while we’d been mere strides away from the ocean.
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This meeting place of water and earth totally mesmerized me.
Alas, we had to tackle this stairs back to reality.
Even the exit was gorgeous.
Tuesday: Onward to the big national park